within the dying light of day

“No bribes then.” Craig’s voice is barely above a whisper, fingers dragging up and down Tweek’s smooth thigh just so Craig can watch the way it makes him shake and shiver. “Come here.”And Tweek does, hesitating for only half a second before he lowers himself down onto his side and scoots in close, so close the tips of their noses are bumping together. Tweek’s little huff of laughter washes over his face, and with such a small amount of space between them like this, Craig could count every freckle peppered over the bridge of Tweek’s nose if he wanted to. Could count them like he counts the stars in the middle of the night, back pressed to the shingles of his roof, mapping constellations. Maybe Tweek has constellations of his very own in the pale spots that decorate his face – and maybe some other time Craig will seek them out. Right now, though, he is much too lost in the curve of Tweek’s smile, the way his lips part just enough for Craig to see a sliver of his slightly coffee stained teeth.